My Big Chief Retro motor scooter arrived at the freight terminal Friday. I borrowed Dr. Cyborg's pick-up truck to get it. Looking ahead, I decided that maybe I shouldn't listen to the guy across the street and avail myself of some of my ... skills ... and figure out if I needed to get the lime green and white thing titled and registered so that I could legally ride it. On Thursday, I did some legal research; and, sure enough, the guy across the street who works at the power plant steered me wrong. The scooter is a motor vehicle that needs to be titled and registered.
I called the title bureau. It's gratifying to discover how I could brighten the day of a bunch of civil servants. The guy started to chuckle as I asked him what he needed to generate a certificate of title. "He wants to title a motor scooter," he called out, whereupon the several people working there, if they were indeed working, commenced to laugh, as if on a sitcom sound track.
When he stopped laughing hard enough to get some words out, he said, "Bring in the Big Chief paperwork, and we'll see what happens. You never know."
... Which sounded like a goddamn lawyer answer to me. I have a trial set to start tomorrow. I'll head over to the title bureau while we wait for my client, who, I suspect, will not show up.
Don't laugh ... 80 miles per gallon. Six mirrors. The Who stickers, front and back.
What happens when it rains?
Posted by: Anji at August 29, 2005 05:23 AMLet me know how that works out. I have been considering the purchase myself.
Posted by: Jeff A at August 29, 2005 11:45 AMYou never fail to make me laugh!! Thank goodness I found the two of you!
Posted by: moonandsun03 at August 30, 2005 10:50 AMHoly shite. I am sooooooooooo jealous. And I wanna see a picture! You are one lucky boy. Let them laugh I say. You'll be the one laughing when they're paying well over $2 per gallon for gas soon.
Posted by: Keri at August 30, 2005 09:22 PM